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“I’ve always been a hanger-on,” the heavily hung Anita Pallenberg (top right) cheerfully admitted in 2001. “Whenever I liked something, I really got into it. How better to get into it than to be with them, you know?”

Confirmed the longtime personal assistant to ‘the World’s Greatest Rock ’n’ Roll Band,’ Jo Bergman: “Anita is a Rolling Stone. She, Mick, Keith and Brian were the Stones. Her influence has been profound. She keeps things crazy.”

“I feel as though I’m rather like the sixth Rolling Stone,” crazy Anita announced to the group’s road manager Tony Sanchez. “Mick and Keith and Brian need me to guide them and give them ideas. You know, Tony, I’m certain that anyone of them would break up the band for me. It’s a strange feeling.” And nearly came to pass …

When Pallenberg passed away recently, it was fellow groupie—and mother of Liv Tyler—Bebe Buell who paid homage on Instagram. “There was none more beautiful, more unique and more inspiring,” the former model eulogized her friend—together in 1980 with Bebe’s beau, raunchy rocker Stiv Bators of The Dead Boys.

“The official ‘sixth Stone,” Buell added, “I will love you forever, dearest Anita.” (below left). She also loved Bators—touching tongues (inset below), which recalls the classic CBGB club moment when another groupie “gave Stiv head while he also performed onstage” (below right)!

A skill that Pallenberg would suck•cessfully employ to get a•head with the band!

“How Anita came to be with Brian,” feels Mick Jagger’s girlfriend at the time, Marianne Faithfull, “is really the story of how the Stones became the Stones.”

That fateful night occurred on September 14, 1965, when “she first appeared backstage at a Rolling Stones concert in Munich, seemingly just another of the eager mini-skirted groupies (below left) drawn to the raw, sexually charged glamour of the hot new stars of rock and roll,” wrote the Daily Mail in her obituary.

“With her long legs and ravishing blonde cover-girl looks, Anita Pallenberg easily navigated her way past security and into the dressing room” (above right).

“There she found Brian Jones, founder and original leader of the Stones {and always the front man in the group back then} …

… distraught and close to tears after coming off stage following a fight with bandmates Jagger and Richards. Pallenberg had brought with her a wrap of cannabis and a phial of amyl nitrate, or ‘poppers,’ as they were known.”

Confirmed Anita: “I offered him a joint to relax” … but Jones’ joint was aroused instead. “I don’t know who you are,” he said, “but I need you. Will you spend the night with me?”

“It was a strange way to start an affair,” Anita acknowledged.

“I decided to kidnap Brian,” she later explained. “Brian seemed the most appealing. He had all the chicks {below left, 64 different girls alone in 19 days on the Stones’ previous U.S tour}. And he used to fuck everybody else’s chick.” So she fucked his fiancée Linda Lawrence’s guy—she’d just given birth to his son (below right) when he dumped her to live with Pallenberg.

At least Linda wound up marrying Jones’ pal Donovan—who wrote his hits “Catch the Wind” and “Sunshine Superman” about her!

“Their sexual activities were extraordinary,” Brian’s close confidante Stanley Booth revealed. “Anita was no longer 17, no longer scared to death of sex with men. Brian knew nothing about her and had no thought that he would die loving her.”

Adds his best bud: “At that particular time, he was out for as many kicks as he could get. Anita was great. She excited Brian—whatever young guys only read about he was getting on a plate. She was into the bisexual number and arranged many scenes with girls.” As Brian beckons from bed (below left) …

… Anita arranges an assignation (above right)—and said shortly after: “He seemed sexually the most flexible. Guys or girls? It didn’t matter.”

“At first, it was OK with Brian,” she recalled … and he couldn’t keep his hands off her—fondling her ripe butt during a fashion shoot (below left) and feeling her right breast in another (below right).

“The fashionista would have a marked effect on the reticent Jones’ style,” wrote one eulogist, “cutting his hair into a delicate blonde bob, and encouraging him to don flamboyant, androgynous attire.”

Some Stones and their fans complained that Anita had “pussy•fied” Brian—which might explain their matching {and massive} camel toes!

Another angle adds just the right note to their musical clefts:

“They looked like identical twins,” teased The Telegraph …

… but also shared a dark side (below right).

“Brian was into orgies, lesbians and sadomasochism,” confesses a close friend—so who knows what use they put that ‘knob’ in Anita’s hand (above left) to in the bedroom!

“He obviously appealed to everyone,” his doll dished. “I mean there was a sexual fling between him and Mick for a period! (below left). Brian used that against him.”

Ironically, Keith commented of his later love: “Anita was unstoppably self-destructive. She was like Hitler; she wanted to take everything down with her”—convincing Jones to don Nazi garb for a photoshoot that caused a führer (above right)!

“In late 1966 Rolling Stone Brian Jones started a joke which started the whole world crying,” announced Angelfire.com {in reference to the Bee Gees lyric}. “Most people blame Anita Pallenberg for this lapse of taste.” Though clearly their tastes quite closely mirrored each other’s:

“By 1967, Jones and Pallenberg were one of the hottest couples in London,” writes journalist Jordan Runtagh, ‘but their drug use took a toll on the relationship. They began to experiment with LSD, which had a disastrous effect on Jones’ tenuous mental state (below left) …

… “making him prone to jealous rages that often turned violent (above right).

“I got together with Brian and we lived two years of a … psycho-neurotic life,” Anita admitted. “He used to beat me sometimes. He was short but very strong and his assaults were terrible.”

Yet, insists Keith Richards: “The one woman in the world you did not want to try and beat up was Anita Pallenberg. Every time they had a fight, Brian would come out bandaged and bruised.

“With Anita, you knew you were taking on a Valkyrie (above right)—she decides who dies in battle.”

Their close friend Dave Thomson once stayed at the couple’s flat in London and witnessed Jones “using his fists on Anita—and her reciprocating with apparent relish. I actually saw her going into their room with a bloody great whip. I could hear her loudly and lustily whipping him.” Confirmed the comely combatant: “With Brian, I had true sado-maso relations.”

Respected reporter Richard Kay of the Daily Mail remembers: “Their relationship was nothing if not volatile. Blows were freely exchanged between the two, sometimes for pleasure, sometimes not.”

Which might explain the hold she had over him: Anita once described herself as “a vagabond. An adventurer. I am not a person with one specific talent. I wish I was.” Recipients of her favors might disagree, as her reputed oral expertise served the mouthy model well throughout life.

“Whenever she came into a room, every head would turn to look at her,” adds antique dealer Christopher Gibbs. “Anita knew what she was doing—Brian lapped it up” {and vice versa, below}.

“There was just something about her,” Gibbs gabbed, “a sense of mischief—or naughtiness.” Culminating in her getting caught on camera “going under the table” to service her Stone at a ritzy restaurant!

Bashfully blotting her lips after emerging from down under, she and Jones had a giggle at the gall of her gag.

As friendly rival Marianne Faithfull put it: “When she was having a good time, she had this incredible smile, which was quite frightening too, all those teeth. Like a cat that got the cream.” Gulp.

And Anita’s talented tongue would soon produce the final eruption.

“It’s said that I stole her,” Keith Richards wrote in his 2010 autobiography Life. “But my take on it is that I rescued her.” And an Emotional Rescue it was …

“The first time I saw Anita,” Richards reflects, “my obvious reaction was, ‘What the fuck is a chick like that doing with Brian?” And ‘WTF’ seemed to be the boys’ attitude (below left) when they became “best mates” in the early days of the group—even seeming to have a ‘make out session’ in the studio (below right)!

More likely they were ‘sharing a score’ (lower right) … though their phallic fun couldn’t have been entirely faked (lower left).

“We went by car, a Bentley with a driver,” Anita picks up the story …

… “and Brian got sick {some say from jealousy and anxiety} and ended up in the hospital.

“So Keith and I drove on and left him there ... and that was the moment when we started our physical relationship.”

So let’s let Richards take it from there: “It’s hard to know, on this journey, how and why the sexual tension built up in the car as it did,” he recounts. “My new driver, Tom Keylock, brought my Bentley Blue Lena {below, named for singer Lena Horne}, and we set off for the sun.”

“I discovered later that Brian gave instructions to Deborah Dixon {wife of Performance director Donald Cammell and along as a chaperone} not to leave Anita and me alone together. So Anita and Deborah and I drove into Spain” but soon “Deborah had had enough and went back to Paris.” And the remaining pair headed to the backseat:

“With no one to watch over us,” Richards relates, “we drove on to Valencia. And on the road between Barcelona and Valencia, Anita and I found out that we were really interested in each other!”

“Anita made the first move. I just could not put the make on my friend’s girl, even though he’d become an asshole to Anita too. We got closer and closer and then, suddenly, without her old man, she had the balls to break the ice and say fuck it. In the back of the Bentley (below left),” Keith continues, “Anita and I looked at each other …

… and the tension was so high in the backseat {yes, THIS exact backseat!} …

… “the next thing I know she’s giving me a blowjob.”

“The tension broke then. Phew!” the guitar god exhales. “You don’t talk a lot when that shit hits you. Without even saying anything, you have this great sense of relief.” Or, as it's usually called, release.

And once released, “Suddenly, we’re together. For a week or so, it’s boinky boinky boinky down in the Kasbah, and we’re randy as rabbits but also wondering how we’re going to deal with it.” Not to mention how Tom Keylock {the perfect name for a driver} would!

“Brian Jones spent his 25th birthday alone in a clinic,” observes the Daily Mail, “while Pallenberg and Richards continued without him—endlessly making love in the back seat of Keith’s blue Bentley with the driver trying not to watch too closely in the rear view mirror” (below left). "She was always on top of it," Richards remarked.

And in hind•sight, that rear view does look remarkably like Anita’s end•lessly enticing and tan-lined ass cheeks (above right)!

“I still remember the smell of the orange trees in Valencia,” Richards writes wistfully in his autobio. “When you get laid by Anita Pallenberg for the first time, you remember things.”

As does gay actor Rupert Everett, who recalls in his memoirs: “In his book Keith Richards describes Anita sucking him off in a car along the coast of Spain. The Bentley roars and brakes, grinding through its gears as Anita drives Keith to distraction. ‘You don’t know what a blow job is until you have had one from Anita Pallenberg,’ he writes. With word of mouth like that, who needs a publicist.”

But you might need a cigarette …

… this smokin’ shot actually taken during that fateful ride.

“Amazing things can happen in the back of a car,” Richards reflects, “and they did. Who can say no?”

And who could say no to owning the actual Bentley whose backseat begot those blowjobs and boinking?

Surely not the gent who bought Blue Lena for $989,801 in September 2015!

Of course, the lusty lovebirds would also have a price to pay when the ‘third wheel’ rejoined them in Tangier on March 15th—following five days of Anita sharing Keith’s hotel room. “That night, after they had been tripping on LSD,” reveals the book Brian Jones by Chris Salewicz, “Brian and Anita began to argue again. After Anita had taken sleeping tablets and locked herself in the bedroom, Brian left {in native Moroccan dress, below left} and picked up a pair of trashy Berber whores.

“After bringing them back to the hotel, he tried to persuade Anita to have group sex with them—smashing up the room and beating her when she refused.” Thrown out into the Tangier streets by Brian in the early morning hours …

… she spent the night with Richards.

“Brian’s relationship with Anita had reached a jealous stalemate,” Keith concludes, “when she refused to give up everything else to fulfill domestic duties as his full-time geisha, flatterer, punchbag—whatever he imagined, including partaker in orgies {with other women}, which Anita always resolutely refused to do.”

Well, for that one night at least.

“Brian must have sensed something,” Richards writes, “although Tom Keylock, who was the only person who knew about Anita and me, wouldn’t have told him. And we’re pretending barely to know each other. ‘Yeah, we had a great trip, Brian. Everything was cool. Went to the Kasbah. Valencia was lovely.’

“The almost unbearable tension of the situation was recorded by (lensman) Michael Cooper in one of his most revealing photographs, and a chilling image in retrospect, the last picture of Anita and Brian and me together. It has a tension about it that still radiates—Anita staring straight at the camera, me and Brian looking grimly away in different directions, a joint in Brian’s hand.

“If I were Brian, I would have been a little bit sweeter and kept the bitch”—which Richard did, shacking up “immediately to the crash pad that Keith still kept in St. John’s Wood—one of the city’s most up-market residential locations.”

“Then,” recounts the Jones biography, “in deep emotional pain, Brian returned to London. He drove over to the flat in St. John’s Wood and when Keith opened the door, he collapsed on the carpet in front of him, beseeching Anita to return. This was not to be the last such occasion. For a long time Brian refused to believe that Anita had left him.”

In an effort to forget, Jones began an affair with a woman as far from Pallenberg in looks as possible—androgynous ebony eyeful Donyale Luna, the flat-chested and flawed first black supermodel:

They also shared a love of drugs (below left)—Luna died of a heroin overdose in 1979—and heartbroken Brian was soon addicted to her. “The reincarnation of {Egyptian queen} Nefertiti,” raved famed fotog Richard Avedon, “a girl of staggering beauty and mystical magnetism.”

“She had no tits but plenty of presence,” quipped Donyale’s fellow supermodel Pat Cleveland—who managed to make up for her similar slim structure (below left) by sleeping with bosom bud Jerry Hall’s future fella, Mick Jagger! That’s Pat at left and Luna at right with their mutual idol Josephine Baker shortly before Donyale died.

It speaks volumes that she found Jones “too fragile” … and he was soon booted from the band. “He never forgave me,” Keith Richards reasons. “I don’t blame him.”

But Brian’s devoted dad Lewis Jones felt differently: “Anita’s leaving Brian for Keith was devastating to him and Brian’s father believed the shock of this altered the entire course of his life,” believes his biographer Chris Salewicz. “He changed suddenly and alarmingly from a bright, enthusiastic young man to a quiet and morose and inward-looking young man,” lamented Lewis Jones in 1971. “In our opinion he was never the same boy again. I’ve always been concerned that Anita and Keith was the turning point in his life.”

Upon first meeting Anita, Jones’ best friend told the press, “Brian threw himself in at the deep end” … and their relationship came full circle when, “less than a month after being kicked out of the band he started,” Jones was found face down in the oval end of his swimming pool on July 3, 1969.

An inquest recorded “death by misadventure, drowning while under the influence of drink and drugs” after a pool party …

… though many have labeled the verdict “a fairy tale.” Fitting, then, that the home earlier belonged to novelist A.A. Milne, who made up the Winnie the Pooh stories about son Christopher Robin and his beloved bear (inset) while living there!

That’s Brian with a statue of Christopher Robin Milne on the grounds, shortly before the 'Stone' breathed his last.

In his 1994 book Brian Jones: Who Killed Christopher Robin?, writer Terry Rawlings asserts that “the mysterious circumstances surrounding the death were a cover-up for murder” … and the love of his life agrees: “Yes, without any doubt Brian was murdered,” Anita alleged in 2002.

And without any doubt, he’d never gotten over her. Brian’s parents sadly recalled the last time they saw their son alive: ‘He was staring at a photograph of a girl, and murmuring softly to himself, Anita … Anita.”

The girl was likely lookalike Anna Wohlin—staring at a photograph of Brian below left—who “dragged his lifeless body from the swimming pool of his Sussex farmhouse and tried in vain to revive him with mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.” From the looks of it (below right, taken days before), she could raise the dead!

“We’d been blissfully happy together for three months,” the sultry Swedish dancer (below left) declared in July 2013 (below right) after a long silence.

“My Brian was a wonderful, charismatic man who was happier than ever. I was intimidated into silence about what really happened—under sedation, in shock. I was a nuisance—a problem to the Stones and their management. They knew I knew what took place the night Brian died.”

Which was, she claims, that the musician “was killed in a scuffle with disgruntled contractor FrankThorogood, fired by Jones that day in a violent argument with over who owned the rights to the Stones name.” Thorogood was also a rugged veteran who lost an eye in WWII and angry and jealous over bawdy Brian’s debauched hedonism. Frank•ly, he was likely envious of Jones’ jutting joint (below left) as swell.

In any case, Thorogood kept a sharp eye {ahem} on wobbly Wohlin the morning after (above right).

And there he was again at the funeral a week later—attended by two Stones only, Bill Wyman and Charlie Watts …

… as Mick and Keith stayed away, while anguished Anita was spied sobbing in the woods nearby (above right).

“When Brian bought the farm {literally!}, he said he wanted to live there the rest of his life,” Anna Wohlin mused in 2013. “And he did. But it was too short {the first report, below left, misspelled her last name}. I didn’t visit his grave for a long time—but I’ve been twice now. It’s a beautiful stone with lovely flowers still brought by fans” (below right).

Anna’s assertions are backed up by the only other woman on the scene, his nurse Janet Lawson—“who discovered Jones’ body in the pool, then vanished after the event and lived abroad for the next 40 years.”

As Janet recalled shortly before her death from cancer in July 2008: “There was something in the air. Frank {Thorogood} was acting strangely. He came into the kitchen in a lather. His hands were shaking. He was in a terrible state. I thought the worst almost straight away, and went to the pool to check.

“When I first saw Brian at the bottom of the pool and was calling for help, Frank initially did nothing. I shouted for Frank again as I ran toward the house, and he burst out before I reached it, ran to the pool and instantly dived in. But I had not said where Brian was. I thought, ‘How did he know Brian was at the bottom of the pool?’”

Asked if she was convinced Thorogood had killed Jones, Lawson replied: “Yes. I think that because of the state that Frank was in, something had to have happened. I mean, why would Frank have been standing shaking in the kitchen absolutely terrified if something hadn’t happened?”

That’s jiggly Janet rushing from the scene ahead of Anna Wohlin the next morning (below left) and, later in the day, arguing with her boyfriend Tom Keylock (below right)—the Stones ‘fixer’ and driving voyeur who witnessed Anita’s rear ‘rooting’ with Richards—as he perhaps sought to keep her quiet for four decades (inset).

Keylock later claimed that Thorogood confessed to him on the latter’s deathbed in 1993, telling his friend: “It was me that did Brian. I just finally snapped.”

Clearly, losing Anita was the beginning of The END for Jones …

… and though Anna’s ass•et (above left) kept Brian in clover during his last days, it was Pallenberg’s posterior (above right) he died dreaming of.

Coming Soon: ‘Performance Art Imitating Life’